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From the "it sounded like a good idea at the time" category, I've got to be up at about four in the morning tomorrow to catch an early flight to New York City. Unable to sleep on a plane under almost any circumstances, the solution to a happy first day on the ground, then, is to already be used to getting up at 4am ahead of time so that when I do so tomorrow, it will have been on a full night's sleep. Which is why I just woke up.

I'm not unaccustomed to being awake at this time of day, it's just that when I am it's typically because I've been up working all night and am about to head to bed. My body has no problem with that, but isn't quite as pleased with the idea of 4am as a wake up time. It's been so long that I'd almost forgotten how that goes. My body shivers, my hands, shake to the point that I can barely grip the mouse, and when I check the temperature to see just how absurdly cold it really is, I find out it's not cold at all and my body is just doing its thing. Funny thing is, shivering to death when it's not actually cold never ever happens to me except when I get up this early, which is a big part of why I make a point of never getting up this early.

But here we are. And it's all good because in an hour or two my body will stop insisting that it's being attacked by an imaginary cold front, the headache will wear off, and I'll get in a nice productive day before turning in at the ripe and early time of about 8pm so I can try this again tomorrow. In between now and then I've got the April 23rd issue to get out the door (about 92% done at this point), some last-minute PodCamp planning to do, and a few more Manhattan meetings to get squared away on the schedule.

If you'd told me a year ago that the next time I was in the city these are the kind of people I'd be meeting with, I'd have laughed and told you to go stand outside in the imaginary cold front. But this is where the journey takes you.